Clearly you must be referring to the tearjerking.

Then again, he did give us the cheesy, glorious Murder Santa.

Clearly you are an elitist pig who are afraid of the poors.

Like the last scene in No Country for Old Man!

My first Lynch experience was the four hour cut of Dune (I was really into the Dune series in my teens). I loved it, and quickly fell in love with Lynch and all his weird shit.

I absolutely love that scene in the club, with the woman singing. How the host tells you right off the bat that nothing there is real, that none of the music is real and that no one is really singing. Then when the woman starts singing she is so clearly hurt and the song is so heartfelt that you forget all about that…

I'm half-interested and half-dreading rewatching this movie. It had some brilliant scenes and concepts, but it's so fucking long, and the digital cameras used make it look so ugly.

Yeah, that first half hour of Lost Highway puts it among my list of scariest movies of all time, even if the rest of the movie is barely scary at all.

And that totally was not the point of your story. You made it sound as if the guy was only under the impression that that was a fancy restaurant, rather than that the fanciest restaurant in town was crap.

There's great food in otherwise shitty places. It's just usually the local foods, and not the cheap emulation of haute cuisine that stands out.

From my experience of the American South, it's not unlikely that Tub Sauce Restaurant really was the fanciest place in town.

I was dating my boyfriend for a year and a half while living in the US on a student visa, with both of us knowing full well that eventually I'd either: a. manage to get a work visa (which, seriously, is near impossible unless you work in IT and one of the big tech companies takes an interest in you); b. get married or…

The last part of your post really got me. As dumb as it is, even if all I am looking for is a random hook up thing, I don't want it to be completely closed off from a possible emotional connection that might arise from it. I don't like going into sex with someone knowing that I'll just be a perfectly interchangeable…

I have a couple with whom I am friends who once "came out" as poly to me while I was over at their place, and we were all drunk. Looking back at it, I think they were trying to proposition me into something. But as I am forever an idiot about knowing when someone is hitting on me, I only realized this when thinking…

Yeah, I wholeheartedly agree with this suggestion. My recent coping mechanism has been to write letters to the people in my life who are caused me or are currently causing some emotional distress.

I had a long cry one night last week. Still aching over my break up, which was almost three months ago, already. It felt really good afterwards though, to let it all out and get past it, instead of letting it fester.

Well, there´s unfair and then there´s blatant disregard for due process.

Nah, Patricia Arquette has an Oscar now, which bumped her up to that juicy lead role in a CSI spin-off.

Speaking of middle-aged moms, I´m pretty sure Molly Ringwald is in this movie too. That´s about the only thing that made me vaguely interested in watching this since I first heart about the movie on her Profesor Blastoff episode.

Huh, it never even crossed my mind that she was so insistent on Skyping so I would still like her. But I do suppose that´s very likely what it was all about. I actually hate Skype, in general. It´s got nothing do do with her, I like talking to her. But Skyping is just weird and uncomfortable for me to want to use for…